I spent all my life
Worried about the little things
Running away from all those little things
But when you're running away
Stop to think about where you're going
'Cause you might find you don't like where you've arrived
And oh, after all these years I find that I
I'm running home
I spent all my money
Paying off all the money that I spent
And after years of shouldering these obligations
My back is fully bent
But oh, if I stand up straight I'll see that I
I've surely grown
(Bum bum bum, bum bum, bum bum bum)
Everyday I walk away losing some faith, mostly in myself
And I see that nothing is good and strong
Without first being wrong
Are you feeling sick
Are you weak and empty
Like you can't run home
Or you have not grown at all, yeah
And oh, find your peace when you are faced with war
When you're weak and you are poor
'Cause we're meant for so much more